Rain again when we entered the woods,
Rain, too, in Kaú, in the jungle,
In the forest-haunts of the gods,
Rain at each crossing of road and path:—
Here stand I, with fire in my eye:
Our days of communion are gone;
You’ve bidden adieu to Ko’olau:
Hail now to my mate of the gloomy rain—
When wet and cold and chilled to the bone,
Our garment of warmth the blazing hearth;